Stress

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I stand there,
Helpless,
As an ugly monster starts taking form behind me.
It slowly crawls from my back,
Weighing my shoulders down.

It has two heads,
And four gangly arms.
The heads screech in my ear,
Pushing and pulling,
Rattling my brain with words I would care not to hear.

They have no eyes,
Only flat jagged mouthes,
Where you can see straight through them.
Their long fingers come to points,
Making them look even less human.

I stand there,
Helpless,
As one half reaches out,
Trying to free itself,
To claw at the those who have hurt me,
To destroy the outside.
It covers my eyes,
For it does not want others to see me cry.

The other head grins,
As it runs it's fingers through my hair,
Pin pricking my skull,
The echoes of it's words making my head pound.
It's other hand grips my stomach,
Making me feel queasy.
It's fingers graze over every insecure part of my body.

I stand there,
Helpless,
As the ugly monster takes control of my sanity.

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